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It’s my Birthday!!!!! :P
@3LYSIUM_ thank youuu Heyy How are you doing? I’m barely active on Wattpad myself
It’s my Birthday!!!!! :P
@3LYSIUM_ thank youuu Heyy How are you doing? I’m barely active on Wattpad myself
a small token of kindness [ 17th september 2025, wednesday ]
broken fury, dead incitement, delirium stitched in emotions. yearning winds, fanning destructions, branches that bury their homelands.
systemic disorientations, horrors owed to joys that bleed. mysterious differences, confusions constructed, alarms that ring but souls that refuse to awaken.
blaring conquerors, forgotten tunnels, coffee cooling beside unmade dread. thrumming fingertips, raging purposes, metamorphosis: humans crawling, carrying everyday banters.
the sun with a thousand eyes, the night with hidden crimes, feathers drowned in poet's ink. sorrows of lyrics, wings lost in the blue, life that feeds one melancholy, souls distilling it into hope.
#adropofhumanity
What would you do if tomorrow was Earth’s last day?
Me? I’d probably panic, make chai, and try to write one last poem before the world burns.
But you know what Siya would do?
She’d walk straight into the chaos with a playlist in her ears, love letters in her pockets, and secrets she never told anyone.
✨ Find out what happens in my latest book, LAST DAY. It’s messy, it’s real, and it might just break your heart in the best way.
Read it now on Wattpad. Let me know if you would stay, run, or say “I love you” before the end.
Drop a ❤️ if you’re reading, and let’s talk about what you would do on your last day. I’ll be waiting in the comments.
#LastDay #Wattpad #newstory #emotional #romance #apocalypse
https://www.wattpad.com/story/342894419-last-day
Hi everyone!
It’s been ages - literal years since I’ve used Wattpad.
I honestly don’t think this app will ever recover (or reach its former glory), but the people, the friends I made along the way have been some of the best people I’ve ever met.
If you any of guys are seeing this announcement, I want to reconnect (and maybe take things outside the app? Especially since they’ve taken out the inbox feature)
I love y’all ♥️♥️
Stay safe!
@KeefeRealSister Wattpad is a graveyard atp, most of the notifications I get are bots trying to follow me ;-;
a small token of kindness [ 09th september 2025, tuesday ]
a round table,
a conference of triangles,
fortitude or servitude?
a decision to be sought.
pages of emotions
and binders of spiral thoughts,
moon's decorum splintered
in the group aubade.
hollowed warrior first,
stepped and stood upon,
soundless glare
with edges bruised.
happiness arid,
interrogation drying,
forts and castles
over murdered merits.
and then a joy—
foreign and known—
repenting its birth.
mind of the crumbs,
heart of the loaves.
no trek can trample
the path of a trickster.
a lone chill, a surrounded cry,
traces of impulses
in the fireplace of life.
a wardrobe of escape,
mumbling telephones.
rotten tales and
tatters of the pretenders.
guests excused,
world locked-up,
and again—
the uncaring rouse
protects to betray.
the sky of memory
chokes
the birds of today,
like fluttering sage.
oh souls of flesh,
how similar are thoust—
from one to another—
you migrate in your palm.
#adropofhumanity
a small token of kindness [ 01st september, 2025 — monday]
words plated in heirlooms, heavy with light,
tinkling cuts, dazzling wounds —
weaponry forged from childhood gloom,
wars cradled in a mother’s stolen womb.
windmills bow above folded clothes,
grandmother’s peach crumble cooling on the sill.
cottages lean, tethered with ghosts —
growth a gamble, memory the wager.
tender hearts rest in greasy hands,
coloured proses, begotten rhyme.
measuring the gaps of fleeting hours,
tidy rooms against the storm of rest.
roads of chemicals, an age of hearts,
souls displaced, refugees of home.
effervescence rushes, skeletons mist-bound —
a tale as old as precedents.
labyrinthine dashes, nuance permitted,
olives of faith, olives betrayed.
a marathon — glass slippers sublime —
and all of life becomes a floor for dancing,
a garden for incitement,
a bloom pressed against time.
#adropofhumanity
a token of kindness [ 24th august, 2025 — sunday ]
where comes the chaos? soar and sin, the culprit,
from the lodging inns. surrendered and sought,
beavering, bold— a little of the timid, a lot of the known.
swinging with pride, doors left unknocked,
a guest invited under intoxication’s hold.
forging, jeopardising, guided by homely apple-pie servings; bruised words swept beneath the rug of humility.
barks and bellows, odours, open wounds,
entangled chairs and a single creaking move.
whisper, then wait, tremors that carry
a mouth of screams— beginning and dying
in a parched throat.
kalopsia and kites— a guest like ropeburn,
pricking like wine. mindful maps, mindless routes,
sanctuaries like lies that bury the truth.
shadows stumble, shoes fade—
a blessing strikes a menace, transforming a paper cut into a prayer.
#adropofhumanity
a token of kindness [ 18th august 2025, monday ]
"green and gold, bumblebees and blooms, notorious affairs of the innocent homes; half of wounds are entombed in windy trails, while the remaining lie maimed in terraces aged.
eye and a wisdom tooth, bear and tear, wavelets of death caressing the feeble veil; garbled silences in pictures hung, hung were the joys of the crusted youth. keepsakes assignable, september — a bright shy; one step of risk, one step of ice.
cliffs and cuts that swallow the shore, earth is an art with its slinky tides and falling feathers; rhythm and rhyme mold the blood, like granules of sand that recognise a home in your skin.
liquor and tea, a prison and a poison; every scream becomes a rotten whisper. quite a wonder, the heart one carries with pride, the same which injures the soul — punished with suffocation behind clasping ribs, where it beats and beats, severing its rest."
#adropofhumanity
Hi guys
I’m sixteen now.
I may be different from the thirteen year old girl that was always on this app, but I lowkey missed this place, and all the wonderful people I met here ♥️
You guys will always be a part of my story
I don't believe we interacted much, but happy belated birthday nonetheless! I get what you mean. It was such a thriving community before! I wish you luck in your writing/reading/personal journey in life <3
@KeefeRealSister i never really got super close with anyone anyways, which i was always a little sad about, but it makes forgetting who they are a little more acceptable right?
hey:)
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